Island Girls - Opulent Party

Lunch came around and the girls were traded out for a relief crew. Jasmine was roughly on the same time table, for today at least.

"How is your first official day going, oh pro tip find food that is filling but light you don't want to feel too heavy in the middle of day. Bread and eggs are great in the morning, but salads with bits of meat and a side fruit will never steer you wrong, and keep's your tummy from bulging. Dinner, free for all." Jasmine suggested.

Nikita was never a light eater, but then again, she was never paid to look good in a bikini either, and Jasmine had not yet steered her wrong. “Can I ask you something?” Nikita asked, gingerly poking at some watermelon with a fork. “I didn’t want to ask Helga, and I wasn’t eavesdropping, but you know, when you’re a human vase, people don’t pay attention,” she giggled. “A couple of the men said something about a circus? A performance troupe?”

"Sure there is a whole aviary, some exotic animals, probably not at all legal to own. And Ari hired the most wonderful group of performers. They travel to different events sometimes, but they all have apartments here." Jasmine chuckled. "You are going to hear all kinds of wacky stuff, the Russian arms dealers in particular are more than one fry short of a happy meal." Jasmine's voice lowered. "I am sure there is a lot more, let me stress that, a lot more, to this place than a resort with girl's in itty bitty bikinis. But we're paid not to be curious and for our discretion." She cleared her throat. "Besides, to access more than our designated area you need clearance and key cards and blah blah blah blah … you would need to climb way higher in the food chain to get to more than the resort area."

“Oh!” Nikita said, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ll … in one ear out the other moving forward.” Ari hired Helga- and there were rules to keep the girls as safe as possible, and you could look anywhere online and see that he was always donating to charities and giving back to the community. She’d just been curious if they’d get to see any performances. “Sorry, and thanks.”

Jasmine just laughed. "You don't need to apologize, there's no taboo on asking questions. You won't know otherwise and one day if you done a few more stints you'll be sitting right here telling another fresh off the plane island girl the same thing."

“I can’t wait for the feeling of knowing what I’m doing,” Nikita admitted. “And for the feeling to return to my arms. Who knew just standing could be so exhausting!”

"So goddamn true. If your feet swell at all, soak in cold water and compression socks after. But it'll come with time." Jasmine encouraged.

The day continued on and it seemed the greeting was an all day affair. Everything finally slowed down and Helga gathered them up for a short break before prepping them as back ups for the welcome party for the newly arrived guests.

The new girls were decked in black and white bikinis and rhinestone bowtie directly applied to the sling as an applique and lacy white gloves to finish the look.

They were ushered to the waiting area where they could sit and wait if they were needed. Of course there were some light snacks and drinks. The main girl in the waiting area stood handed platters of finger food that looked more artistic than anything else and flutes of champagne, they would pose before the door as if hyping themselves up, straighten their back and walk out like they were heading out on the runway.

It was halfway through the event when there was a minor spill. One of the girls got bumped by a clumsy guest and while she had spared the guest from getting splashed by the flutes of champagne it means she had practically been bathed in it.

Helga was on top of it and had the girl sent to the spa to be cleaned up. She motioned for Nikita to sub for her till she got back. "No need to fret, all you have to do is keep your eyes forward, no one is going to call you to them for a drink, you are going to follow Jasmine five paces behind, do as she does and you'll be fine." Helga encouraged.

“Of course,” Nikita said, giving a wry mock-nervous smile to Jasmine before falling in step. Her stomach had butterflies as she counted the perfectly even steps that Jasmine took. Three, four, Nikita held her breath and stepped in line, eyes forward, and she mimicked Jasmine’s every move. The pomp and circumstance of it all would have made her giggle if she wasn’t so nervous. This wasn’t the place to be Julia Roberts Pretty Woman quirky. Instead, she did as instructed wearing her lacy white gloves and bikini, counting the minutes until she could text Nikka and tell her all about the day.

The welcome party was nothing short of opulent and dripping with wealth. There was a live jazz band, everyone dressed in tuxedos and evening gowns, ice sculpture with flowers perfectly frozen inside them. Even the bartender was wearing a dress in full white tuxes with white gloves. One might feel out of place or even embarrassed to dress in a tux bikini if for the face not a single person batted an eye or even noticed.

Getting a closer look at some of the finger food she could see caviar, sea urchin … and a lot of stuff she couldn’t name. But from the way it was decorated they looked expensive!

Hands would eagerly remove a flute from her or add an empty one. And much like a go kart track she ended up back with Jasmine in the waiting area, handed a fresh serving tray and sent out with Jasmine who gave a subtle thumbs up.